Shy Mind

Escorted by thoughts
Thoughts whose hands flawlessly rub the mind
The mind shyly blinking, a quest assault
Assaulting mine nature in kind

Visionless being that talks ill of i
Have you not sight? this breastless beauty
A beauty whose curves stretch to the pacifics
Whose rivers between flow to the ends of Egypt

Egypt like the virgin, pure a seed
Let your eyes penetrate the land
As she laughs in pain bringing forth milky blood

Milky blood so tasty
For how then would you know
Your wisdom detests my insanity
An insanity a priviledge to the enlightened poet.


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